It's been awhile.
And people keep telling me everything has changed. 'So have I,' I thought. A lot of things happen. I don't even think about it anymore. Not like I forget. We don't forget something matters a lot. But it's just, I remember it different. I embrace the fact I denied for so long. So I was ready, I'm fine.
But it doesn't. As if we were just continuing from where we left of. I wonder why people told me otherwise. Maybe people just don't know you enough?
My anticipation, rather than protecting me, keeps me awkward when things just flow. Life is ridiculous, eh?
I'm glad the past doesn't show up. It's not even worth talking.
So! :)
